Many Cargoes

Chapter 29

"Eh?" said the skipper, in alarm. "Certainly not. Here, you go up and die on deck. Hurry up with you."

"I can"t; I"m too weak," said Jemmy.

"You get up on deck at once; d"ye hear me?" hissed the skipper, in alarm.

"I c-c-c-can"t help it," sobbed Jemmy, who was enjoying the situation amazingly. "I b"lieve it"s sleeping on the hard floor"s snapped something inside me."

"If you don"t go I"ll take you," said the skipper, and he was about to rise to put his threat into execution when a shadow fell across the opening, and a voice, which thrilled him to the core, said softly, "Jemmy!"

"Yes "m?" said Jemmy languidly, as the skipper flattened himself in his bunk and drew the clothes over him.

"How do you feel?" inquired Mrs. Harbolt.

"Bad all over," said Jemmy. "Oh, don"t come down, mum-please don"t."

"Rubbish!" said Mrs. Harbolt tartly, as she came slowly and carefully down backwards. "What a dark hole this is, Jemmy. No wonder you"re ill.

Put your tongue out."

Jemmy complied.

"I can"t see properly here," murmured the lady, "but it looks very large. S"pose you go in the other bunk, Jemmy. It"s a good bit higher than this, and you"d get more air and be more comfortable altogether."

"Joe wouldn"t like it, mum," said the boy anxiously. The last glimpse he had had of the skipper"s face did not make him yearn to share his bed with him.

"Stuff an" nonsense!" said Mrs. Harbolt hotly. "Who"s Joe, I"d like to know? Out you come."

"I can"t move, mum," said Jemmy firmly.

"Nonsense!" said the lady. "I"ll just put it straight for you first, then in it you go."

"No, don"t, mum," shouted Jemmy, now thoroughly alarmed at the success of his plot. "There, there"s a gentleman in that bunk. A gentleman we brought from London for a change of sea air."

"My goodness gracious!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the surprised Mrs. Harbolt. "I never did. Why, what"s he had to eat?"

"He-he-didn"t want nothing to eat," said Jemmy, with a woeful disregard for facts.

"What"s the matter with him?" inquired Mrs. Harbolt, eyeing the bunk curiously. "What"s his name? Who is he?"

"He"s been lost a long time," said Jemmy, "and he"s forgotten who he is-he"s a oldish man with a red face an" a little white whisker all round it-a very nice-looking man, I mean," he interposed hurriedly. "I don"t think he"s quite right in his head, "cos he says he ought to have been buried instead of someone else. Oh!"

The last word was almost a scream, for Mrs. Harbolt, staggering back, pinched him convulsively.

"Jemmy!" she gasped, in a trembling voice, as she suddenly remembered certain mysterious hints thrown out by the mate. "Who is it?"

"The CAPTAIN!" said Jemmy, and, breaking from her clasp, slipped from his bed and darted hastily on deck, just as the pallid face of his commander broke through the blankets and beamed anxiously on his wife.

Five minutes later, as the crew gathered aft were curiously eyeing the foc"s"le, Mrs. Harbolt and the skipper came on deck.

To the great astonishment of the mate, the eyes of the redoubtable woman were slightly wet, and, regardless of the presence of the men, she clung fondly to her husband as they walked slowly to the cabin. Ere they went below, however, she called the grinning Jemmy to her, and, to his private grief and public shame, tucked his head under her arm and kissed him fondly.

IN LIMEHOUSE REACH

It was the mate"s affair all through. He began by leaving the end of a line dangling over the stern, and the propeller, though quite unaccustomed to that sort of work, wound it up until only a few fathoms remained. It then stopped, and the mischief was not discovered until the skipper had called the engineer everything that he and the mate and three men and a boy could think of. The skipper did the interpreting through the tube which afforded the sole means of communication between the wheel and the engine-room, and the indignant engineer did the listening.

The Gem was just off Limehouse at the time, and it was evident she was going to stay there. The skipper ran her ash.o.r.e and made her fast to a roomy old schooner which was lying alongside a wharf. He was then able to give a little attention to the real offender, and the unfortunate mate, who had been the most inventive of them all, realised to the full the old saying of curses coming home to roost. They brought some strangers with them, too.

"I"m going ash.o.r.e," said the skipper at last. "We won"t get off till next tide now. When it"s low water you"ll have to get down and cut the line away. A new line too! I"m ashamed o" you, Harry."

"I"m not surprised," said the engineer, who was a vindictive man.

"What do you mean by that?" demanded the mate fiercely.

"We don"t want any of your bad temper," interposed the skipper severely.

"NOR bad language. The men can go ash.o.r.e, and the engineer too, provided he keeps steam up. But be ready for a start about five. You"ll have to mind the ship."

He looked over the stern again, shook his head sadly, and, after a visit to the cabin, clambered over the schooner"s side and got ash.o.r.e. The men, after looking at the propeller and shaking their heads, went ash.o.r.e too, and the boy, after looking at the propeller and getting ready to shake his, caught the mate"s eye and omitted that part of the ceremony, from a sudden conviction that it was unhealthy.

Left alone, the mate, who was of a sensitive disposition, after a curt nod to Captain Jansell of the schooner Aquila, who had heard of the disaster, and was disposed to be sympathetically inquisitive, lit his pipe and began moodily to smoke.

When he next looked up the old man had disappeared, and a girl in a print dress and a large straw hat sat in a wicker chair reading. She was such a pretty girl that the mate forgot his troubles at once, and, after carefully putting his cap on straight, strolled casually up and down the deck.

To his mortification, the girl seemed unaware of his presence, and read steadily, occasionally looking up and chirping with a pair of ravishing lips at a blackbird, which hung in a wicker cage from the mainmast.

"That"s a nice bird," said the mate, leaning against the side, and turning a look of great admiration upon it.

"Yes," said the girl, raising a pair of dark blue eyes to the bold brown ones, and taking him in at a glance.

"Does it sing?" inquired the mate, with a show of great interest.

"It does sometimes, when we are alone," was the reply.

"I should have thought the sea air would have affected its throat," said the mate, reddening. "Are you often in the London river, miss? I don"t remember seeing your craft before."

"Not often," said the girl.

"You"ve got a fine schooner here," said the mate, eyeing it critically.

"For my part, I prefer a sailer to a steamer."

"I should think you would," said the girl.

"Why?" inquired the mate tenderly, pleased at this show of interest.

"No propeller," said the girl quietly, and she left her seat and disappeared below, leaving the mate gasping painfully.

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